Addilyn sighed, stretching a bit before sitting up, her grey nightgown creasing in some areas. Wiping her hazel eyes before tucking her light-colored brunette hair behind her ears, she could see Kura by the curtain.
"Morning. What's for today? Hopefully nothing immensely tedious." Addilyn shook her head, remembering the previous times she'd done boring tasks. Sure, she liked some girly things, like having her hair done, but every other action depicted by gender seemed…dull. Unnecessary. All but a waste of time. After all, Addilyn was rich, and had experienced childhood joy before the incident. The symbol on her wrist reminded her of that. That childhood could easily be taken away from a child. That she would forever be bound to Kura, and vise versa.
Kura looks at her mental list. "Nothing to tedious. Just some basic meetings. Then you have afternoon horse riding sessions. After that, you have the afternoon off." She ties the curtains back and walks towards her mistress. Time had flown since she had been bound to her young mistress. She was hesitant at first about her mistress. But seeing how frail she was at such a young age, her stone cold heart melted just a tiny bit. And the contract was made. She walks to the tray she had set by her mistresses bed and looks at the young female. "What do you want for your drink this morning, mistress?" She asks, gazing at the other. Her eyes, heavily lashed, had a soft look in her eyes. While demons did not usually show emotions, Kura had some. She was a bit more kind towards children.
"Hm. I think I'll go with tea." Addilyn closed her eyes, putting her weight on the palms of her hands put behind her on the sheets. Though she looked young, Addilyn was fourteen. Not the best age to chastise foolish things, but she was, if not anything, more mature than most girls. Her eyes flickered open, drifting around the room that she had grown oh-so familiar with.
Kura nods and pours the warm tea expertly. She sets the kettle down and hands the cup to her mistress. She smiled a little bit before walking to the closet and picking out the best fit dress. She hums softly, before returning to the mistress. "Breakfast will be server at exactly 8:30 am, from there we'll go to your first meeting of the day. The countess will be coming to visit."
"Of course." Addilyn sipped her tea, seeming lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't ever gotten used to anyone's company besides Kura's, not really understanding anyone else. She never understood people's susceptibility to specific things, and usually it was money. Addilyn saw barely any need to spend any money; she had more than she could imagine, it rather bored her.
"What's the topic for today? Charity? Finances? Anything to do with the sort?" Addilyn's voice was smooth, soft, and calm, no stranger to tragedy. Whatever she would hear, she kept in her head, and she was rarely talkative unless something interested her.
Kura gently rolled the cart out of the way. She glances at the young female. She was mature for her age. Saddening slightly, yes. But a good thing. She hums in thought. "Charity for the Belladonna Orphanage." She replies. She had grown used to having Addilyn as her "host". She rather enjoyed the young girl. She was so sweet and quiet. Much better then some of the other humans she had to work for in the past. It was her and Addilyn, as well as the cook, and a few other maids and Butler's. How this house stayed neat and tidy was beyond her. The other four were a little helpless at every day chores. But when it comes to the young mistress, all of them would give their lives to protect her. "The Queen also sent a letter. Another murder. It's the third one this week."
Addilyn sighs, shaking her head. "Of course there's another murder. Are you suggesting we stop in for a while to look around, gather evidence for possible suspects?" Addilyn was slightly annoyed. She never liked the thought of death, but knew it was inevitable for every living creature.
"As for the charity, I might donate a little." Addilyn wasn't a snob, she enjoyed helping others, since she, herself, was technically an orphan, without parents.
Kura nods. "That would be best. And there's a pattern to murders as well." She hands the letter to the other. "Apparently their heart and a lock of hair have been cut away." she explains, walking to the bed and making it rather quickly. "As for the charity, that can work." She smiled a little bit. "I think it would be suitable to visit the orphanage. Make an appearance." She explains, her eyes landing on Addilyn.
"I will. I usually do, anyway." Addilyn brushes her hair away from her face, her eyes curious, yet perplexed, looking down at the floor before rising to look at Kura.
"I don't understand who'd want a woman's heart and a lock of their hair. Perhaps a cult, maybe. It seems logical, but I have no doubt that the murders will continue until someone catches the perpetrator." Addilyn bit her lip, "It will either help or hinder that I'm female. I'd wish to say help, but I can't do anything against a grown man." She was uneasy about working with cases such as these. Murder wasn't all fun and games, especially when the motive was unclear.
Kura smiles a little as she gazes at her mistress. She hummed with thought. "It would indeed make sense that it would be a cult." She thought for a moment before hearing her mistresses worry. She turns her mistress towards her and tilts her chin to look and her, her ruby red eyes gazing into the others. "Mistress. My I remind you of our contract? You are my host. I am your Guardian. If you order me, I will protect you until your last breath. No one shall lay a hand on you as long as we are still bound by the mark." She removes her glove to show the burning mark on her hand.
"I know that, but yet I still worry. Someday, somewhere, you might not be there, and I'll be defending myself with what little strength I have." Addilyn changed, brushing her hair out from under the dress. She was trying to grow it out, as it ended just past her shoulders. Considering what she said for a moment, Addilyn sighs. "Sorry. It was quite rude of myself to underestimate your loyalty. You know how I'm not very trusting of people. I didn't mean to direct it towards you, especially." Addilyn's hand covers her mark, something usually hidden by fancy gloves.
